"And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete slip across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiances shining in bright Mind Essence." Jack KerouacWe hiked down Bright Angel Trail to Phantom Ranch to enjoy some winter in Arizona. Every step was ecstacy and inconceivable radiance (Photo by Al_HikesAZ on Flickr).
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